Ashraf Gohar Goreja

Sinking Beauty Of The Sunset - Poem by Ashraf Gohar Goreja

Glittering sundown, and I wasStanding alone on the seashoreWatching ceremonial phenomenonOf light and darknessWhen tinted, red lips of timid sky domeSlowly extended into the massive vastness

Dreadful moments of sinking gloryIn the roaring water of rigorous seaThat lacks compassion, mercy and benignityReplete the sea, even the rare charmOf stunning beauty and it's impressive virtuesFor frightening waters, were inclined to harm.

Ah! sublime is adorable and intenseAbove the scattered mountains and seaWhere the sun, the moon and millions of starsGlisten the silent and eremitic valleysMidnight dew here washes the beauteous facesOf innocent flowers in the dusty city's alleys.

Strong, wild and deviating windsAbout to curve the prevailing clamsCreated by the magistic sunsetRare, shimmering and glomming viewExulted spell of night and dayEndlessly follow one another in a crazy skew.

Prismatic, golden, silver and yellow scarsAppeared suddenly on the blue face of melting skyTo win the hearts of dejected loversWho with tired eyes, awaited for a glimpse of departing shadowsAnd twilight emerging into gallantry beautyAs imperishable, loyal and constant meadows.

Strong, wild winds, together with alarming stormPerfidiously kept, roaring in a vindictive fashionFor the sunset was amazingly beautifulLike a saintly bride of some unknown world.Fearless from revengeful, belligerent windsKept amusing the impatient dreamworld.

But the winds blotted, glorious lips of marvelous sunsetWith a brutal kiss, sucked the gloaming, fascinating hueI stood deplorably, alone and in a miserable temperWith my tearless eyes, perplexed and appalledPerceptive to the phenomenon of sinking beautyObserving last sunset of autumn in a woeful bawled.